The entourage listened infatuatedly.

They had no chance to step into the Junshi Gate, let alone the library.

Even the resident can only read it on the first floor of the library.

It’s a pity that there is no martial arts that is more suitable for the current level of the resident.

"Thank you, sir, for helping me!" The entourage came back to his senses and thanked him.

"I was also a entourage before." Bao Ding encouraged the entourage, and suddenly remembered that Zhao Mingliang seemed to fool him into becoming a entourage like this, and he couldn't help but sigh.

Chiu!

A sharp whistle went straight into the sky.

It was a whistle and it was also a signal that the mountain search was officially started.

The photographers of Yancheng County Department went first.

Eight masters and one soul master lined up in loose rows and searched forward.

Bao Ding and another seconded Master of the Seth were responsible for the same team of warriors, soul masters, and about 40 yamen runners, and the people were brave.

The two photographers had discussed before. The team was walking in the middle of the lineup. They were each responsible for half of the yamen runners and the people were strong, as the two wings.

If the Yansi masters were combing their teeth, then the warriors, soul masters, yamen runners, and strong people who were seconded to the latter were combing their backs.

It was already afternoon, and the sun began to set westward.

More than a thousand people scattered into one of the small mountains at the highest point, which was only more than a hundred feet tall, and began to advance along the foot of the mountain, as fine as a comb.

In about a stick of incense, the search for this mountainous area was completed.

Naturally, someone found a suitable place at the highest point of Xiaoyan Mountain, cut down a few big trees to build a simple watchtower with a wide view.

Those branches are used as beacon firewood, and people are left to stay at the garrison, and they are agreed to burn smoke during the day and raise fire at night to send safety signals.

After a little rest, the search operation moved to a nearby small mountainous area.

The search method is exactly the same, and the second time I also found no exceptions.

This time I took a little longer.

After all, not all the yamen runners are warriors, let alone the people and the people are brave.

Especially the soul masters cannot stand this kind of physical work that penetrates the forest.

Later, the commander and the team leaders briefly discussed it and simply made a wooden frame like bamboo bag for each soul master and carried it along.

As a result, the progress has indeed accelerated a lot.

When the sun sets, half of the small mountains outside the mountains of Big and Big Mountain have been searched.

Nearly a thousand people, in teams and groups, were scattered in the gentle areas between two small mountains, and began to eat, boil some water, and chew on the dry food brought by Minzhuang.

The food and treatment of the photographers is better, with jerky in the quota.

If you want to moisturize it a little more, you can throw the jerky into the pot and cook it for a long time, make some broth to satisfy your cravings.

Next, the highlight of this day's search.

After enjoying this simple meal, the hour of You is almost half over.

When the You hour comes, when the sun rises, when the hour of Mao hour comes, this period is the "day" of the ghost realm, and ghosts and other ghosts awaken.

The same is true outside the ghost realm.

This is even more true in this mountainous area of ​​all sizes.

According to the records of the Schematics, the experience of the Schematics shows that the ghosts are extremely active during their "days" and have a very desire to attack.

Sometimes, this kind of large-scale search is better than using teams or groups as bait to lead snakes out of the hole.

"Master of the Soul, are you in high spirits today! Are you exhausted?" Baodian brought a bowl of broth to Quan Jude and asked casually.

Quan Ju looked at the several mushrooms floating on it and a few spices that could not be named. He was a little surprised: "So you said your ancestors were cooks?"

Bao Ding coughed lightly and corrected: "The ancestors were actually butchers. However, it is my personal preference to cook something delicious."

The soul master spread his perception without hesitation, and then while siping hot soup, he whispered: "There are people from the world asking me about you. It's not the ones on the stairs."

All gathered before the Soul Tower, probably not simply following the entrustment of the Lord's Order Stone, and most of them were responsible for liaison.

In the eyes of the people in the martial arts world, the Sheti Master is not their kind of person who fights against ghosts, but the hawks of the court.

Bao Ding responded as if nothing had happened: "Brother Quan just needs to tell the truth. Anyone with a lot of thought will know my situation."

"Whoever dares to attack me in this search operation, I will chop off his hands!"

Quan Ji was sucking the soup comfortably. When he heard the slaughter suddenly say something domineering, he almost choked and coughed several times.

"All soul master, drink it slowly! It's still half a stick of incense to start searching the mountains."

Bao Ding laughed loudly, patted Quan Jude's shoulder, and got up to patrol his team, which was a bit of a concern.

He can't stay away from everyone just because of the hostility shown by a very small number of people in the world.

Another photographer took a look and simply closed his eyes and rested. He obviously disdained this kind of thing.

The entourage followed Bao Ding and helped the latter understand the basic situation of this team as soon as possible.

"Boy, what's your name?" Bao Ding asked the boy beside him.

"Lu Ergou." The entourage stumbled: "I don't have a big name yet."

This name sounds very rural.

Bao Ding naturally wouldn't see him, but instead said with interest: "I think you are practicing long-arm fist? Let's show me a few times."

Although Lu Ergou's name is a little more rustic, how could it be not smart enough to pick it out and be responsible for the welcome and sending out of the outsiders?

He nodded, took a stance, and then whistled the long-arm fist all the way.

Baodian didn't have much impression of this inexperienced martial arts.

However, because he has already included it in Wing Chun Fist, he has gained new understandings and insights into Long-arm Fist.

"I'll teach you a set of boxing techniques. You can practice it first. If you think it's good, I'll teach you again."

When Bao Ding saw Lu Ergou, he nodded in joy and taught the basics of Wing Chun.

With Bao Ding’s current martial arts level and eye level, it is naturally no problem to guide a young man who is not a warrior.

However, some people can't see it.

"Sir Bao, are you the boxing technique you teach girls? It doesn't seem to be very powerful!" A warrior yawned a big yawn and said with disdain.

The team of people from seventy or eighty had already started to pack their luggage, and Minzhuang had even distributed the grease torches they needed to use at night to everyone's hands.

"What? Do you want to have a chance to play?" Another photographer sneered, pointed to the tip of his nose, and said, "My fist doesn't have much strength, can you try it?"

Faced with the open provocation of warriors, Master Situ naturally shared the same hatred for the enemy.

"Master Ma, you don't need to be angry with this kind of guy!" Bao Ding in turn persuaded his colleague, and then looked at the warrior.

"I stand in this circle with one hand, letting you attack three moves. If I step out of the circle, I will call you three grandpa! If you lose, I don't want grandson like you..."

"If you lose, just go to the ground to learn how to climb!"

Bao Ding finished speaking as if nothing had happened, stretched out his feet and drew a circle on the ground.

This circle is only enough for one person to gain a foothold.

This has greatly restricted my flashing and moving space!

The warrior was originally thinking of provoking Baodian, but he was so angry that he almost vomited blood after being so angry that he almost vomited blood!

"Okay! Let's see who is the grandson!" The warrior gritted his teeth and slowly walked to the circle of the treasurer.

The warrior was not reckless, and he had enough strength and punched him.

The punch was so powerful that it was vaguely sounded like wind and thunder.

No wonder I have such confidence.

Baodian did not even enter the fallen leaf realm, so he naturally would not keep this punch in his heart.

puff!

Bang!

Bao Ding held his hands behind his back, and his other hand was fist against his fist, and he fought back.

The slight sound of the previous sound was the sound of the wind breaking through the air with fists.

The next sound is the sound of two fists colliding together in the air.

The monk did not move at all, but the warrior took two big steps directly.

The onlookers glanced back and forth between Baodian and the warrior two or three times.

Most people haven't figured out what's going on for a while.

The warrior's fists were already red and swollen. Judging from his expression, he was obviously enduring the pain.
To be continued...